I don't like what I've turned into There's a hole in my chest in the spot that you wormed out through They say it's on the mend But it hurts me when I bend, yeah And I saw you down at Angie's place That rippling smile on your perfect face Well it really doesn't suit you When I see it I want to shoot you, sorry And I don't like what you said to me I don't like what you said to me But I guess I'll have to deal with it Let the bullet hit me and I just reel with it Isn't that right? Isn't that right? Isn't that right? Isn't that right?